A stone deity’s salad days
Jul 27, 2021
I used to drift
into the balcony of your summer palace
as if blown there by a dream
and you always returned me
covering my shoulders with your quilt
steering me down the street
back to the shrine
I hung onto those moments
the way I hung onto your sleeve
tears blurring the light of stars
did I ever hope
to be enshrined in your heart?
did you think
once I’m a deity
made of stone
that I would stop weeping?
